I have a go to comfort food when I'm feeling a little blah. French fries. There's just something about them that, for me, chases the blah away.
I've had a cold threatening for the past couple of days. It's nothing terrible and I'm fine, just a little tired is all. So, after I finished my grocery shopping this morning, I went to a drive thru and ordered some hot, salty, starchy, fattening comfort. I pulled one out, popped it in my mouth and it was the opposite of what it should have been. It was NOT hot and crispy and comforting. It was limp and cold and annoying. Not cold because it was old and had been sitting out too long. Cold because it wasn't cooked all the way through. How does that even happen? There is just nothing worse then wanting some hot fries and ending up with disgusting, skunky ones instead. Nothing worse at all. I may have cried over it I was so upset. Don't try to tell me that it could have been worse, or point out the bright side. Like, I saved myself from eating empty, fattening calories. I don't care. I needed a french fry hug and I didn't get it. Feel sorry for me.
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What's on the menu today: Some sort of cheesy, broccoli, chicken and rice casserole that I'm going to make up as I go along.
6 comments:
I would have gotten out and went in and told them to give me a mega size of fries. Then give you your money back and they would have been free
Ew ew ew ew!
(Not the cheesy broccoli chicken yumminess, the fries.)
Great, now I'm craving fries.
French fries are always delicious.
You should have swung back around and asked for some real ones. That really sucks especially if you are imagining the yummy taste in your mouth before hand.
I hate when something you expected to be really delicious disappoints you.
I would have cried too.
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